hello! what do you think about aerion x reader, where they just got married for political reasons, and he never gave her a single motive to believe he likes her whatsoever, so she just stays a little to the side. BUT, a nasty guard, who is quite obsessed with her (beauty, house influence, money, you choose), tries to take her by force (kidnapping or, however else, iykwim) and she has nothing to do but scream for aerion's help.
he happens to hear it, of course he does, who dares to bring danger to his wife?
anyways, you got creative liberty to write what happens when he finds out about the guard's intentions, how he reacts to reader, etc; i was just thinking very angsty but also superrrrr yearning in a way because he wishes to hide his true feelings?
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It wasn't exactly the wedding of your dreams per say, but you were told it would be good for both sides of the family if you were to marry Aerion Targaryen, and that it was strictly for political reasons only. So of course you had to honor and respect your family.
You were hoping this would be an under the radar type of wedding, but when it came to planning you had no opinion or decision in anything. From what you could tell it was going to be over the top and ridiculous, and on top of that they were inviting anyone that breathed to the wedding.
At first Aerion was infuriated when he was told who he was going to marry. He didn't like being told who he could marry that was his decision to make. But when he had officially met you he was at a loss for words really. His cheeks were turning pink, and his palms were sweating. He's never felt like this before, and he didn't know what to think or say. He's never seen someone that beheld such beauty and grace like you, it's like you weren't real, and you were a figment of his imagination.
"Pleased to meet you, my lady." He bowed his head respectfully, and you did the same. Wondering why he didn't kiss your cheek or at least kiss the top of your hand.
"You as well, your grace." You hated the formality and you almost gagged when you called him that, but this was what was expected of both of you.
"Please call me Aerion." His voice was soft and genuine, and the people around you surprised he was allowing you to call him by his name already.
"Aerion." Testing the name on your lips, and he almost groaned hearing his name drip off your tongue like honey.
In that moment all he wanted to do was grab you and kiss you until his lips bled, but he held himself back and showed restraint for now. It took a lot of self control, but he didn't know how you were feeling about him, and didn't want to scare you off by coming on too strong.
But one day when he saw you smiling and laughing with the guard all those feelings quickly dissolved. He's never felt such a jealous rage like that before, and he didn't know if he wanted to shout or kill the guard walking too close to you. He didn't like the way the guard was looking at you too, there was a glimmer in his eyes he knew all too well. Either way from that moment he wasn't going to show or admit his true feelings for you.
Aerion, of course barely even looked at you the whole time up until you had walked down the aisle. Avoiding kissing your lips like you were carrying some contagious disease. It was like a slap to your face really and you were utterly embarrassed, but you put on a pathetic smile to appease your family and his.
"Wife." He grunted as he held your hand when you walked down the aisle again, this time as his bride.
"Husband." You said so quietly you didn't think he heard you, but he did. And he hated that he couldn't tell what you were feeling when you said that. Was it happiness? Sadness? Anger? Or just compliance.
The dinner was even more uncomfortable, as he sat next to you with the most unsatisfied and disgruntled look. Fearing every time you looked at somewhere or picked up your cup he would make a noise or roll his eyes at you. It really felt like you were constantly on the edge, or walking on egg shells around him.
At that point you weren't paying attention to anything around you. Not even the loud music, drowning it out as you were stuck in your own world and thoughts. Everyone laughing and cheering around you, and you kept the same blank stare, even as people walked by and wished you their congratulations.
One thing that you did notice though was the guard that had gotten closer to you over the last couple of weeks glaring in your direction. At first you were confused as to what was stirring this reaction from him suddenly. Then you realized he was looking at Aerion like he wanted to rip his throat out.
"The guard looks at you as though you're his enemy." You finally spoke to him, and his eyes glanced over to him, and he just scoffed.
"The guard looks upon me with jealousy. He simply wants what he can't have." He blurted out before he could stop himself, and you couldn't help but look up at him to see if he meant to say that out loud, and you could see his jaw tensing up in embarrassment.
"And what can't he have?" You asked boldly and you knew he wasn't going to answer, but what was the worst he could say.
"Power. Control. Wealth." He listed off but you knew that wasn't what he was talking about.
"That isn't what you think he really wants, do you?" You pushed wanting him to at least acknowledge there was some kind of connection between you both.
Aerion hesitated to answer the question. Opening his mouth, and then just as quickly shutting it. "I need something stronger to drink."
Scooting up out of his chair as he abruptly left your side. Not even glancing back at you as you sat there confused as to why he was so upset at the question. Thankfully nobody noticed the small tense exchange between you two, and that they were more focused on wine and food.
Expect the guard of course, who was now staring at you, and you could feel his intense gaze staring so deeply into your soul it brought a shiver to your spine. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat not sure what to think or do. This whole wedding was not how you pictured or imagined in the least bit.
Not really feeling up to this celebration anymore, just wanting to rip this dress off you, and crawling into bed, and wanting this night to be over already. Quickly glancing around to see Aerion talking to another woman laughing and smiling, and you couldn't help but feel that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Shaking your head as you felt tears pricking the corner of your eyes in annoyance, standing up as you adjusted your dress, and scooted past people not even bothering to give a smile or anything. You just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You couldn't handle another minute in there, you felt like you were couldn't breathe, it was like you were slowly drowning.
Aerion of course watched as you scurried out of the dining hall, and he couldn't help but blame himself for your reaction. Kicking himself for treating you like this knowing you were just as frustrated with this arranged marriage as he was. None of this was your fault, and he shouldn't be taking it out on you. But he was.
Days have gone by and Aerion’s behavior hasn’t even changed in the slightest. Only being around you when the family gets together, and holding each other’s hands to convince everyone around you that the two of you are happy together. It obviously worked since no suspicions were aroused, and nobody questioned the marriage. But as soon as everyone was out of view he would remove your hand, and walk away once again leaving you completely alone.
The one person who was always hanging around you was this guard. He was always trailing behind you like he was your shadow. Always looking at you with deep concern, and tending to your every need and request. At first it was nice to have someone to talk to, but then he started to become a little creepy. His gaze had turned dark and dangerous, and his tone and body language made you feel uneasy. Something started to seem really off about him as the hours grew, and you felt like something bad was going to happen.
Then one night Aerion wants to throw a celebratory party for his victory in battle. Wine was being sloshed around and food was thrown onto the tables. Everyone was laughing and cheering, and you were the only one who wasn’t having fun. Of course Aerion could see it written across your face, but he regrettably chose to stay silent.
“Do not spoil this night for me.” His voice low but it was very commanding. Not even waiting for your response as you just sat there acting like the dutiful wife.
When he had his back turned to you that’s when you made your move, and stood up pushing through crowds of people, heading to the doors. Turning around for a brief moment to see Aerion look at you scrunching his brows in confusion or anger. You couldn’t even tell anymore what he was feeling. It didn’t matter anyway all you wanted was to just get away.
Just as you made it down the hall and away from view, you didn't realize that the guard was nimbly trailing behind you. Cautiously looking around to make sure nobody was watching him. Sneaking out the doors as he strutted up behind you. Hearing his loud boots stomping behind you, but you just kept moving forward.
"Where are you going princess?" The words were meant out of respect, but it sounded almost threatening or to intimidate you.
"To my bed chambers." You snapped back too tired to have this conversation.
"Does your husband know where you are?" He asked sneering as he said the word husband, and that caught your attention. "Wondering around with no protection. Who knows what could happen."
"It doesn't matter if my husband knows where I am or not." Turning around to face him directly, and his eyes were dark and predatory like. Something felt off with his body language, and it was making you a little nervous.
"If you were my wife I would always make sure I knew where you were." He stepped closer to you know, and you felt trapped. Like he was trying to make sure you couldn't escape from him, and you were starting to feel helpless, and wished Aerion would come to your rescue.
"If you wouldn't mind I would like to go to sleep now." Your back against the wall, and the guard just hovering over you.
Not waiting for his response as you continued down the hall, but before you could get too far you felt a firm and rough hand grip your wrist, and him pulling your back to his chest. A hand covering your mouth before a scream could leave your lips. Reaching your hand up to try and pry his hand off you, but he was much stronger than you.
"You're not going to your bed chambers princess." He hissed in your ear, as you could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, as he held you with a vice like grip. Your heart was racing you felt it was going to beat out of your chest.
Fighting him with every fiber of your being, as the two of you struggled in the hall. His hand squeezing your body to tightly you could feel the burning as his skin rubbed against yours. All you could hear in the background was the loud cheers, and music playing that you knew nobody would hear you. But you knew you had to at least try.
"HELP!" You shouted through the fingers of his hand, and that same hand covering your mouth gripped your neck so tightly he was choking you.
"Shut up." He spit in your ear as he then tried dragging you away and out the door. Your body going numb as all kinds of bad thoughts started running in your mind as to what he was going to do to you.
Before he could get very far though a booming authoritative voice stopped him in his tracks. "You would do well to unhand her, or I'll put your head on a spike and parade you around the kingdom."
Feeling the guard stilled behind you for a moment almost deciding if he should make a run for it, but judging by the lethal look on Aerion's face he knew it would be better to let you go. Which he did pushing you away from him as you gasped, a hand clutching your sore your throat feeling the sting from his grip.
Aerion looked at you briefly examining your body to make sure you weren't hurt. Once you gave him a quick nod he could feel that weight lift off his shoulders. It would pain him if anything had happened to you when you haven’t been married for long. Especially when he hasn't had a chance to tell you how he feels about you.
"Nobody dare touches my wife." Aerion warned him with an evil look in his eyes, and you could feel your heart swelling at his protective tone.
The guard stood there like a wild beast, chest heaving, mouth open and his hands balled up into fists by his side. Both men in a stand off wanting the other to make the first move. You stood there looking at Aerion with a desperate look on your face that said to just take you to bed.
“I’ve been watching you get closer to my wife.” Aerion stated matter of factly, and you looked to the guard wondering if that’s why he was always hovering, because he was waiting for this moment. “And I let it go too far.”
“You don’t deserve her.” He snarled through his teeth with such hatred it almost made you jump back. “I deserve her. She belongs with me. She would be happier with me.”
“How dare you tell me what I deserve.” Aerion stepped forward challenging him. “I am a Targaryen. You are a pathetic guard who wants what I have.”
As you looked back and forth between them you could see his face change when Aerion called him out. But you were wondering what happened to make him plan this, or what was the reason behind his hatred for the prince. Something tragic must have happened between them, but that was a conversation for another time. Right now you were mentally exhausted you couldn’t handle anymore curve balls.
"Guards!" Aerion shouted and immediately several of his men came running in. "Take this..traitor to the dungeon."
The guards quickly grabbing the man away dragging him down the hall, as you and Aerion stood there staring at one another. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes unsure of what to say or do. But you could tell that Aerion was glad that he came out here when he did, otherwise who knows what would have happened to you.
"Are you alright, my love?" He walked up to you carefully hands grabbing your arms tenderly.
"Yes I'm fine." Nodding your head as he wiped a tear from your cheek, and you felt such comfort at the kind but simple gesture.
"I thought he took you away from me." Then pulling you into his body embracing you, and holding you tightly to him, like he was afraid you would disappear. "I thought I'd lost you forever."
You could hear the pain and despair in his voice, and it made you feel even more for him at his walls breaking down when you were almost kidnapped. The thought of you being taken away from him forever, and for god knows what to happen to you, brought out every fear he ever tried to push in the back of his mind.
"The way that I've treated you has been truly unkind and cruel." He apologized feeling remorseful but you just shook your head.
"How else were you to react when being married to someone you didn't choose?" It was true. Anyway who was in an arranged marriage was never going to be truly happy, unless they forced themselves to be.
"But you've been generous and compassionate to me when it's not been deserved." He hung his head in shame.
“You were almost kidnapped because of how I’ve acted.” You hated that he was blaming himself for something that wasn’t even close to being his fault. But the guilt was just eating him up right now.
"You would never let anything happen to me, Aerion." You looked up at him. "I know you wouldn't."
"I'd never let anything happen to you my sweet wife. I would fight the whole kingdom for you." And for the first time since the day you met his lips attached to yours, and all you could feel was sparks and fireworks going off. And the first time you knew your husband, Aerion loved you infinitely.
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A very mini set of Astrology Observations for the end of the year 💕
🎀 ✴ Your moon being the same as someone else's sun sign will give you an "inexplicable" sense of closeness and safety with them. As if no matter how far apart you guys are or no matter what they say you'll always feel safe with them. They're like a habit. Comfortable, warm, reassuring. Like they've always been here. Or were always meant to be ❤️
🎀 ✴ Mercury in Pisces I love how despite people finding your words to be all over the place or incomprehensible, you actually have a very detailed memory of things no one else easily recalls. You could tell vivid stories of events from 10 years ago and I'll probably believe you 80%. The remaining 20% is mostly because I'm just a skeptic like that 😃
🎀 ✴ Having a lot of planets in your 3rd house can indicate a lot of siblings or you being very sibling/family oriented, especially in the earlier stages of your life. You may or may not be less family oriented as you grow into adulthood.
🎀 ✴ Pluto in the 3rd house people. Please give me some of the boldness you have to be blunt in situations where people expect you to lay low or be agreeable. Just keep saying whatever you want ><
🎀 ✴ Dear Neptunes in the 1st house, you can be whatever you want to be to get yourself in or out of any position. Only remember to have the mental fortitude to not get lost in any role you perform at any time.
School and family have kind of been kicking my ass so this is all I have for now 🥹😖 Thank you so so much to all the 200+ followers I gained on Tumblr this year. Y'all have given me so much hope for the new year and I absolutely CANNOT wait for what this astrology community will bring me in 2026 💓
Hey bestie the country is a dumpster fire, especially as an upper midwest girlie. Do you have a TSATS snippet you could potentially share as a day brightener? Love youuuuu
Hi Bestie ❤️
Christ, ain't it just. Therapy for me this week ran 20 minutes over because it's all just so fucking overwhelming and it feels like I should be fomenting insurrection or at least beating the shit out of the Gestapo but instead I'm just going to work every day and trying to not scream in the middle of the grocery store when I get a push message about some new atrocity that I still can't do jack shit about. I hate it here.
But my therapist did remind me that one thing we can do is take care of each other and try to be a force for good in our little corner of the world. This week, I made dinner for a colleague fighting cancer and got people on my team at work to chip in so we can get a cleaning service to take care of her home while she rests and recovers. My best friend sent me earrings and a new lip color because she could tell that shit is hard and we are our community. The coffee shop in my town hosts days where 100% of sales goes to the local food pantry to help keep people fed. Sometimes, it helps to look at the small things and I needed to be reminded of that. I hope the reminder helps you, too.
Teaser below the cut because this is getting long but I hope things get better for you, bestie! Love you!!
You slumped to the floor then, panting for breath with barely enough room to sit on the ground in the tiny airplane bathroom. It smelled - like shit and piss barely hidden by antiseptic - but you didn’t care. Or some part of you didn’t, anyway. It was like the already tenuous thread that had been tethering you to any sense of control snapped. You started sobbing, going from choking on vomit to your own tears, trying to swallow as much sour air as you could.
You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to get control of yourself, knowing that everyone sitting around you probably knew exactly who you were and had noticed that you’d gone to the bathroom and then just stayed in there. You’d just started calming down when when there was a hesitant, almost gentle knock on the door.
“Sorry,” you managed, drying your eyes on the backs of your wrists. “Just… um…One second and…”
“S’me,” Joel said through the door. “I got you a water, some toothpaste. Can you open up?”
You sniffled one more time and managed to get to your feet in the tight space. You didn’t dare glance in the mirror because that would just make how awful you knew you must look in that moment feel worse. You took a deep breath before opening the door.
Joel looked you up and down, his normally sharp eyes oddly soft.
“You alright?” He asked after a moment.
You sniffled and nodded.
“Good,” he held out a bottle of water and a little tube of Crest. “Borrowed the toothpaste from a flight attendant, no extra toothbrush though, afraid you’ll have to rough it.”
You frowned a little and took it from him.
“How did…”
“I was here,” he nodded to the space just on the other side of the thin door. You winced at that. “Figured… Thought it’d make the rest of the flight easier if you had that.”
“Thanks,” you said quietly. “Just… I’ll just be another minute, OK?”
He looked at you again, something almost like pity in his gaze.
“Course. I’ll be here.”
For some reason, that meant more to you than you knew how to say.
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currently giggling over the fact that tim is such a nothing burger character that damn near every fan interpretation of him is just someone’s Mary Jane oc with a tim drake name tag slapped on top
i love that my asks inbox is a safe space for tim haters 😭😭😭 no fr tho, almost every trait that pops up in fics i cannot figure out what the correlation is to his actual canon peraonality (and that's when im heing generous and say he has one at all besides being a classist dick)
One of Bucky’s favorite things about working at Johnson Space Center is that he never knows exactly what will happen each day. Even if he goes in with a plan – training exercise 9am, lunch with Marge 12:30, press conference 2pm, what have you – pretty much none of it is predictable. Sometimes your CAPCOM sends you to an unpleasant death 10 separate times within two hours of simulator training. Sometimes you are that CAPCOM and you bang your head against the desk because this crew should be better than that. Sometimes a rogue reporter calls you a fag. Sometimes your press operations officer carries an injured squirrel into your office begging you to help because “you’re a military man, you should know what to do.”
He did not, in fact, know what to do.
She was, in fact, disappointed in him.
And sometimes, you get out of your car bright and early in the morning to the vision of your husband, shirtless and sweaty, leading his crew on their morning jog, and it makes your mouth go dry. Maybe one of the other crew members is passionately arguing against the act of taking the morning jogs in the first place. Maybe you realize your husband isn’t only shirtless, but he’s also covered in dirt, for some reason. And maybe you realize that one of the other crew members is holding what was your husband’s shirt with something bundled inside of it, and you really just have so many questions before you’ve even closed your car door.
This is exactly how Bucky’s day at the Center starts.
“What if I refuse?” Benny, new to the crew and the dynamic they’ve already established, is complaining as they approach. Gale instituted the Artemis 4 morning jogs sometime back in the spring, for team bonding and to make sure they’re keeping their endurance up. He tries to change up their routes, but no matter where they went today, it’s pretty late in the morning for them to be getting back.
“And miss out on the team bonding?” Sandra teases, elbowing Gale in the side. The two of them are jogging beside each other, a few paces ahead of Macon and Benny. She’s also the one carrying the bundle wrapped in Gale’s shirt, cradled in her arms as she runs.
Bucky leans against the hood of the car, enjoying the show as Gale and Benny bicker back and forth.
When they get closer, he shields his eyes from the sun with one hand and whistles like he’s catcalling someone. Because he is. It just happens to be the man who was foolish enough to marry him. “Lookin’ hot, Cleven,” he calls out. “Maybe you wanna come over here and give me your number.”
He can’t see it through the glare of the sun, but he’s certain Gale is rolling his eyes. Nevertheless, he drops down to a walk and heads over to Bucky’s car, the three other crewmembers in tow.
Bucky pushes off of the car hood and accepts the kiss that Gale leans in to give him, but it’s hard to ignore how much of a mess his husband is. Bucky reaches up to pull a small leaf out of his hair and looks him up and down, trying to make sense of the scrape on his arm and the dirt sticking to his joggers.
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And from the Olympics AU epilogue 🐎:
“Ahem.” An uncomfortable cough, and then an exaggerated gagging noise, has Bucky springing away from Gale so fast he nearly trips and falls into a pile of horse shit. Nothing like being interrupted to remind you of how stupid you’re being.
By the time he’s regained his balance, he sees Gale pressed against the wall, looking absolutely mortified as he rubs a hand over his face. His hair is a mess, the top buttons of his polo undone, fabric a little wrinkled, and a faint red mark is visible just beneath the neck line. Bucky doesn’t imagine he looks much more innocent. And there, on the other side of the stall door, is Benny and Marge.
“Would it kill you to get a room?” Benny asks, acting disgusted. “God, have you no decency?”
“Looked pretty decent to me,” Marge quips. She’s covering her mouth with her fist, stifling giggles. “Huh, Gale?”
Gale groans in embarrassment and reaches out a hand. Bucky takes it, stumbling again as Gale drags him back over only to hide his face against Bucky’s shoulder. “Go away,” he tells the other two, his voice muffled.
Bucky uses his free hand to try to tame his own hair and straighten his shirt a bit. “Uh, how long have you two been, uh…” He motions to the general space, well aware that he’s blushing like hell, too, and neither he nor Gale will ever live this down.
“Too long,” Benny laments, at the same time as Marge chuckles and says, “Only a minute.” Thank god.
But then she takes a long-suffering breath and closes her eyes, as if pained. “Although, I don’t think I ever needed to hear Gale making sounds like that.”
Gale whimpers loudly against Bucky’s shoulder, gripping tighter to his arm.
“Seriously.” Benny smirks, leaning against the stall door. “Maybe I need to get a pretty gymnast of my own.”
Without looking up, Gale extends one hand out and flips him off. Benny holds his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay. I’m done… For now.” He and Gale share a room, after all. There will be plenty of time over the next two weeks to embarrass him over this.
“You can come out now, babe,” Marge says to Gale, but he doesn’t budge.
“Alright, come on,” Bucky tries, attempting to gently push Gale away from him, but the equestrian has a death grip on his arm and is far stronger than anyone would ever know.
